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In the tender, dreamy splendor of a yellow full moon,on a night in June,I took my light canoe,To glide away to you, Where you waited for my coming, and you gave me one kiss,And my soul's deep bliss,was just to hold you, to my heart once more.Then we parted, happy hearted, and I whispered Goodbye,Don't you grieve or sigh,For in my swift canoe,I'll come again to you,When the moon of falling leaves is in the heavens so clear,Laughing Eyes so dear,I'll come and softly whisper o'er and o'er:

To the flashing, swiftly dashing stream of water so blue,I would sing of you, And by the campfire's gleam,Of you, my love, I'd dream,Of the time when I would claim you as my own little bride,Claim the Red Man's pride,Claim you, dear, queen of all the Indian maids.Now with leaping heart I'm sweeping down the river so wideTo my love I glide,For I come back to you,Come back in my canoe,As I promised when the yellow moon was shining in spring;You can hear me sing,For I am calling through the forest glades:

Popular music -- United States -- 1901-1910 -- Scores -- Indians of North America -- Songs and music

Spencer Subject

Ethnic - American Indian

Digital Collection

Frances G. Spencer Collection of American Popular Sheet Music

Lyrics

In the tender, dreamy splendor of a yellow full moon,on a night in June,I took my light canoe,To glide away to you, Where you waited for my coming, and you gave me one kiss,And my soul's deep bliss,was just to hold you, to my heart once more.Then we parted, happy hearted, and I whispered Goodbye,Don't you grieve or sigh,For in my swift canoe,I'll come again to you,When the moon of falling leaves is in the heavens so clear,Laughing Eyes so dear,I'll come and softly whisper o'er and o'er:

To the flashing, swiftly dashing stream of water so blue,I would sing of you, And by the campfire's gleam,Of you, my love, I'd dream,Of the time when I would claim you as my own little bride,Claim the Red Man's pride,Claim you, dear, queen of all the Indian maids.Now with leaping heart I'm sweeping down the river so wideTo my love I glide,For I come back to you,Come back in my canoe,As I promised when the yellow moon was shining in spring;You can hear me sing,For I am calling through the forest glades:

In the tender, dreamy splendor of a yellow full moon,on a night in June,I took my light canoe,To glide away to you, Where you waited for my coming, and you gave me one kiss,And my soul's deep bliss,was just to hold you, to my heart once more.Then we parted, happy hearted, and I whispered Goodbye,Don't you grieve or sigh,For in my swift canoe,I'll come again to you,When the moon of falling leaves is in the heavens so clear,Laughing Eyes so dear,I'll come and softly whisper o'er and o'er:

To the flashing, swiftly dashing stream of water so blue,I would sing of you, And by the campfire's gleam,Of you, my love, I'd dream,Of the time when I would claim you as my own little bride,Claim the Red Man's pride,Claim you, dear, queen of all the Indian maids.Now with leaping heart I'm sweeping down the river so wideTo my love I glide,For I come back to you,Come back in my canoe,As I promised when the yellow moon was shining in spring;You can hear me sing,For I am calling through the forest glades: